Hey, Mr. Pervert!

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Talking to my office pervert
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Hey, Mr. Pervert!
Do not think I have not noticed you.

Every time you enter office,
you constantly avert your eyes to the crevice
and crack of my breasts, or the supple curves
of my ass in my tight pencil skirts.

I know it is not easy to keep your perversions in your pants.
Every time you are sitting in office chairs or on your way out,
I can see your hand reach out to adjust yourself.

You can not even contain yourself at work.
What a pervert. Hard for your colleague.
I bet you peak at the secretaries too, don't you?
A perverted, peeping Tom. That is exactly what you are.

A perverted peeping tom
who can't keep his eyes off women.
Constantly sneaking glances every chance you get,
every occasion, every place.

When the women in the office
bend over to show you reports,
your eyes flutter to their cleavage.
Their big, bouncy breasts so perky
and pushed up into your face.

Almost edible they seem,
presenting themselves to your mouth
in those tight blouses that just spill them out
and make them bounce.

Your eyes get lost in them,
sucked in like a vacuum.
Your perverted eyes sink deep into their depths
and you picture if she has a bra on,
how they would feel in your hands,
how your mouth would feel sucking on them
and even what color her nipples are.

You perverted little freak!
Is your cock constantly hard at work?
Leaking at all the different women you can fuck
and the positions you could have them in.

Whose mouth is prettiest when speaking to you,
picturing them wrapped around your cock.
Who leaves coffee stains on their cups ,
so you know whose makeup would smudge all over
while you face fucked her?

Dirty, perverted little peeping tom you are
always getting hard and horny
at all the sexy and beautiful women
you will never get to have.

You love being a pervert,
constantly teased and tormented by women.
When they cross their legs in their long sexy skirts
and call you into their office, waving their fingers over to you seductively.

The slit in her skirt exposes her long,
perfect legs as she parts them
and you naturally get a peak of her panties,
like the pervert in you always tries to capture.

You want to peak at her panties like a pervert.

You want me to call you a pervert
and tease you with my panties and pussy.
Tell me you want me to tease you with my panties
while you stare between my legs,
at my panties covering my pretty pussy.

Watching my long shapely legs
extend and cross, criss cross, open.
Teasing and tormenting you.
Allowing you flashes of my pretty panties
and my pussy inside of them.

You want to see so bad. You'll beg.
Tell me you are a perverted peeping tom
who loves to look at womens' panties and pussies.
Perverted, pathetic peeping Tom.

You love being exploited for how much of a pervert you are
and the lengths that you go to peak at my pussy.
A pathetic pussy pervert.
Trying to peak up my skirt, underneath my desk.

You would crawl on your hands and knees
underneath my desk just so sniff
and bury your face in my moisture.
You are such a perv!

Constantly sneaking glances every time
I bend down and expose myself.
Pumping as you peak and stroking yourself.
I always notice you hard and horny for me.
Hard and horny for breasts and ass, panties and pussy.

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